Quotes About Tranquil

Nature intended me for the tranquil pursuits of science, by rendering them my supreme delight. But the enormities of the times in which I have lived, have forced me to take a part in resisting them, and to commit myself on the boisterous ocean of political passions.

Even the worst scenes could be improved by a layer of white snow.

The humble Cumulus humilis - never hurt a soul.

During my sorrowful outburst, my mother had remained entirely impassive. But then why not? Was she not mad? Nay, she was not. She had successfully discarded, as I also wished to do, the arduous yoke of a troublesome existence and had escaped to a tranquil haven somewhere beyond the reach of our world.

Lord, this is an huge rayn!This were a weder for to slepen inne!

Beautiful isle of the sea, Smile on the brow of the waters.

Happiness is not exuberant or noisy, like pleasure or joy; it's silent, tranquil, and gentle; it's a feeling of satisfaction inside that begins with self-love.

The tone of her skin, with its soft bluish lights, and of her hair, and as well as her slow movements and silent character, all made one think of some inhabitant of the sea.

Even a war zone looks peaceful in most places, most of the time.

Serene I fold my hands and wait.

Thou driftest gently down the tides of sleep.

He had a face like a benediction.

At Classic FM we're not an exposed shoreline where anything might come in on the tide. We're a lagoon; it's safe. You can tune in late at night and know it won't be contemporary.

Placid waters hide lethal currents.

An all-white space has a purity that is refreshing and serene.

Endless ocean, blue water, dreamy sky, tranquil beach, love in the air, mind fly high.

Her tint, pale and warm—this bewitching bride, Displays a nobly nurtured mien, Courageous and grand like a huntsman, her stride; A tranquil smile and eyes serene.

I've always liked 'Mist In The Meadow.'

It is better to be small, colorful, sexy, careless, and peaceful...

cushioned easy chair, and was dozing peacefully.

If you're at all anxious, the city acts out your anxiety for you, leaving you feeling strangely peaceful.

I do not fear death. I fear suffering. And I fear old age, though less so now that I am witnessing the tranquil and pleasant old age of my father. I am afraid of frailty, and of the absence of love. But death does not alarm me. It did not scare me when I was young, and I thought at the time that this was because it was such a remote prospect. But now, at sixty, the fear has yet to arrive. I love life, but life is also struggle, suffering, pain. I think of death as akin to a well-earned rest.

One in whom goodness is dominant moves through the world as a swan does through water, never drenched or dragged down, but rather buoyant, tranquil, treating all experience equally. That person generates virtue as a spider spins its threads. Such a person knows true happiness.

She wanted so to be tranquil, to be someone who took walks in the late-afternoon sun, listening to the birds and crickets and feeling the whole world breathe. Instead, she lived in her head like a madwoman locked in a tower, hearing the wind howling through her hair and waiting for someone to come and rescue her from feeling things so deeply that her bones burned.